"Brother Yi, how did you get so badly injured? You nearly scared me to death just now, damn it!" Fatty Lin stood by Yang Yi's bed, wearing a look of utter grievance, and asked him.

"Exactly, Young Master, you really shouldn't have done that either..." Feng Shi revealed an expression never seen before, pouting and looking at Yang Yi with great dissatisfaction. "Uh!" Yang Yi truly felt a mix of tears and laughter, smiling faintly.

He said, "Honestly, it's quite a miracle I survived this time." "Even though I still don't understand the Grandmaster Realm, I at least know the Grandmaster Realm offers protection. How did you..." Fatty Lin asked in confusion.

"Hell, you think the Grandmaster Realm is almighty? Don't forget those six were ticking time bombs, and their explosion was comparable to a hand grenade.

Think about it..." Yang Yi shot him an annoyed glare and said, "At the time, I didn't know why, but I had this feeling that if I moved even half a step, the bullets would detonate faster. Yanran, you need to send someone out to investigate where those explosive bullets were manufactured." "Yes, Young Master!" Feng Shi nodded.

"Brother Yi, you still haven't told me." Hearing Fatty Lin's question, Yang Yi threw him a look that practically screamed 'I'm nearly dead,' set down his water cup, and stated, "In short, this time was a narrow escape from death." "Brother Yi, is there something wrong with your eyes?" Fatty Lin asked weakly, seemingly not grasping his meaning. "I'll kick your ass, you brat," Yang Yi cursed Fatty Lin viciously.

This outburst brought a fleeting smile to the previously icy face of Xuanyuan Bing, who said, "Alright, you two chat slowly. I'll step out for a moment." "Uh!" Fatty Lin, seeing Xuanyuan Bing's slight smile, suddenly seemed to understand and quickly said, "Uh, haha, this..." "Take your time talking, but try not to curse so much," Xuanyuan Bing smiled and closed the door.

"Look at you, sigh, your brain isn't turning fast enough. Damn it..." Yang Yi sighed heavily, rolled his eyes at him, and lay back down on the bed.

"Sweat, how was I supposed to know you got this badly hurt because of Xuanyuan Bing? And..." Fatty Lin stopped talking there, just looking at Yang Yi.

"It's true, the Grandmaster Realm can protect you, and you can even unleash the Domain instantly in extreme danger. But instantaneous release requires no sufficient internal energy reserves, and you also have to share the burden with someone; the resulting injury will be severe.

This time, it was thanks to the Six Paths of Reincarnation guarding me with their lives that I only suffered damage to my internal organs; otherwise, losing my life wouldn't have been surprising," Yang Yi recalled the explosion from last night; it had indeed nearly killed him. "I think the Six Paths of Reincarnation were also badly hurt," Fatty Lin observed Yang Yi quietly.

"Yes, I know. At the critical final moment, those six used the method of transmitting power to forcefully inject their internal energy into my body, allowing my second-level Grandmaster Domain to have a slight effect.

Otherwise, a group of people would have been reduced to dust. How about this: go notify the Six Paths of Reincarnation and tell them to rest for a while.

They can return once they have fully recovered their health!" "Got it." Fatty Lin paused, then asked, "How do you plan to negotiate with those guys in Hong Kong now?" "Heh heh, I don't even need to say it; those guys will know what I want," Yang Yi said, a cold smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. ######################################### Night: In a certain entertainment nightclub in Hong Kong, this place could be called the largest entertainment venue in all of Hong Kong, spanning three floors: the first floor for the dance hall, the second floor for private KTV rooms, and the third floor for business lodging (to put it plainly, rooms set aside for one-night stands and for the use of hostesses and liaisons.) This nightclub was undeniably fully equipped, which is why such venues are countless in Hong Kong; this one was just particularly large.

Moreover, this establishment was the largest territory belonging to the Hung Hing triad in Hong Kong, and simultaneously their highest-earning domain. At this moment, a youth accompanied by one man and two women appeared at the entrance of the nightclub.

Glancing at the venue, a sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the leading youth, and he said in a deep voice, "Hong Kong truly lives up to its reputation as an international special administrative region. This bar can certainly compare to our entertainment headquarters in City A, can't it?" "Judging by the exterior, their decoration is indeed a level above ours, but judging by income, they are two levels below us," a woman replied in a composed tone.

"Indeed. I also had a hand in setting up that entertainment headquarters in City A; quite a bit of effort went into it," another youth, slightly plump but with a very sunny disposition, remarked as he glanced at the nightclub.

Undoubtedly, these individuals were Yang Yi and his entourage. After a day's rest, Yang Yi's body had mostly recovered, but he could not use his internal energy yet.

Although the physical wounds had healed, his internal organs had only just mended and required a period of recuperation before full recovery. "Young Master, they are waiting for us.

Shall we go in?" Feng Shi inquired. "En," Yang Yi nodded and walked inside.

"Boss Zheng, after tonight, we might become friends. Regarding the past grievances, what do you think..." Before Yang Yi arrived, Hung Kong tried to settle things with Zheng Shen, the leader known as 'Fourteen,' raising his wine glass.

"Just like this drink—once we finish it, let's pretend it never happened, and from now on, we'll all be good friends!" The underworld, after all, hinges on 'face.' Today, Hung Kong had willingly lowered his status to show the utmost respect to Zheng Shen, aiming solely for smoother future development paths in Hong Kong. Seeing this, Zheng Shen also raised his glass, clinked it, and said, "Boss Hung, you're too kind.

By seniority, I am still a junior. Regarding past matters, just as Boss Hung said—let's drink it all away!" "Good!

That's the spirit!" The two gulped down the whiskey in one go, shouting heartily. Triad members, when putting aside grudges, are just like ordinary people; drinking together can indeed be a source of great pleasure.

"Big Brother, they're here," Hung San glanced at the glass window on the wall and called out to Hung Kong. "Oh?" Hung Kong and Zheng Shen exchanged a look and quickly went out to meet them.

"Brother Yi, they're here," Fatty Lin said after coming in and looking around at the swaying, alluring dancers, the crowds jumping and bouncing on the floor, and those discreetly arranging activities on the side. He sneered inwardly, and upon seeing Hung Kong and Zheng Shen approaching from one side, he quickly informed Yang Yi.

Yang Yi had already seen them and strode forward. Both Hung Kong and Zheng Shen greeted Yang Yi in unison: "Your Excellency, Dragon Lord..." "Heh heh, no need to be so formal!" "Very well, let's talk inside then," Hung Kong waved his hand.

The group entered a private room, where Hung Kong displayed the demeanor of a host, giving a few instructions to Hung San before ushering everyone else out. Only he, Yang Yi, and a few others remained in the room, but at that moment, the atmosphere suddenly grew extremely tense.

Yang Yi smiled wickedly, sat down on the sofa, and accepted the wine poured for him personally by Hung Kong. In Hong Kong, it was rare to find anyone for whom Hung Kong would pour a drink, let alone lower his status to do so.

Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration for this gesture. After all, seasoned underworld veterans are invariably proud and arrogant.

Even when submitting to others, minor details can affect the grand scheme. As the saying goes: better to suffer a major setback than to die over a trivial detail.

This saying is perfectly true; at least suffering a major loss is better than being finished by some small detail. Tucking Xuanyuan Bing, who was seated next to him, closer, Yang Yi looked at these two top figures of the Hong Kong underworld with a gentle smile: "I trust that as the pinnacle figures of the Hong Kong triad, you two haven't failed to grasp the nature of the cooperation we are here to discuss?" "This..." Hung Kong and Zheng Shen exchanged glances, seemingly understanding each other's meaning without speaking, their eyes fixed on Yang Yi as if waiting for him to get straight to the point.

"The Hong Kong Triad," Yang Yi mused, taking the whiskey Xuanyuan Bing handed him and sipping it. "In Huaxia, Hong Kong is certainly a special administrative region, but that is a political designation.

In the world of the triad, whether it's the Huaxia Triad or the global triad community, it's like one family, merely temporarily separated, each ruling their own territory and pursuing the desires residing in their hearts. Therefore, allowing the Hong Kong Triad to be eaten away, perhaps even completely swallowed by others, is only a matter of time." "Your Excellency, Dragon Lord, what are you suggesting..." "Heh heh, of course, what I've just said doesn't entirely represent the thoughts of everyone in the triad.

This is purely my personal view!" Yang Yi swallowed the wine and looked at the two of them with a smile. The words were made clear enough; anyone with sense would understand.

What Yang Yi had just described as a mere thought was, in fact, an ambition—his ambition. In this world today, if Yang Yi hadn't appeared, who knew how many more years it would have taken for people from the Mainland triads to meddle in Hong Kong's affairs.

These were things that Hung Kong and Zheng Shen, as underworld figures, understood.